Love notes for you, from thousands of miles away.

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Sat, 26 Jun 2010 15:06:41 +1000

Happy 1.5th Anniversary!

Sat, 26 Jun 2010 12:24:00 +1000

It’s June 26 today, happy happy eighteenth monthsary, my love! I can’t believe we’ve come this far. It’s all so surreal—even up to now. I remember we looked like kids one and a half years ago. Now, you’re looking more and more like a young lady! I looked at your pictures just now. All of your albums in facebook. (Yeah, ‘cause I’m stalker-ish like that. HAHA.) And as I was browsing your albums, I can’t believe how lucky I am, because there’s this radiant, heart-stoppingly beautiful chinita that I know is mine, and that loves me back. I look at your deep chocolate eyes and lovely, slender hands, thinking that, in five months, I’m gonna be looking at you and we’ll be HHWS!

I love you so much, and I’ll say that everyday for the rest of my life. That it’s only you I’ll love, and nobody else. We’re like strawberries and cream on a sunny Wimbledon day, or hot pan de sal and Dairy Creme, or pancakes and maple syrup, or chocolate ice cream and a waffle cone. We just are meant to be, you and me. :”> And I know, with my overly cheerful and optimistic—and hopelessly in love—heart, that it’s only you I’ll give myself to. I’m willing myself to make our love last forever, because I know you’re worth all the wait. ‘Pag nagkita na tayo, palagi kong hahawakan ang mga kamay mo, at palagi kitang yayapusin at hahagkan. Nakakasabik ka na kasi, e.

You remember when I told you that someday, I’ll tell the world how much I love you? Well, here it is.

I LOVE YOU AND I ALWAYS WILL! >:D<

Cheer up, love. I'm here.

Tue, 22 Jun 2010 22:35:42 +1000

You asked me to call you because your friend upset you at school today. When I heard your voice break over the phone, my heart did as well. Upset was a grave understatement. I knew all I could do was listen to you, and I did. I listened to your mellow, saccharine voice stained with the flame of anger and frustration. I’ve never heard you so mad at someone before. All I could do was stare at the varnished wood of my desk as you told me all about it. I knew the feeling of being betrayed. There was nothing more heartbreaking. I asked you to calm down and told you I love you so much and I will never ever betray you.

Never. Until the day I grow old and have wrinkles.

I was desperate to cheer you up; you were quite a mess, and I hate knowing you’re upset. And when I heard you laugh after my attempt on cheering you up, I was ecstatic. I loved being the person to put a smile on that lovely face of yours, even though I didn’t see it at the time. I wasn’t born a joker, but somehow, my sense of humor appealed to you. Thanks for laughing at my lame jokes, and laughing sincerely at that. Haha. That’s why I love you. >:D< and I loved the fact that I cheered you up. I felt like I was the one being cheered up when I heard the musical tinkle of your voice.

I really miss you, my love. I want to be with you so much, especially when you’re upset like that. I just wanted to hold you close to me and stroke your hair and kiss your cheek and tell you I’m always there for you. And when we meet again, I’m going to hold your hand, and sing you a song (even with my awful voice), and then I’ll hear your lovely laugh once more. :)

What I'd love to happen five months from now.

Fri, 18 Jun 2010 22:33:00 +1000

I’d like to think that five months from now, I’d be at the arrival area, pushing my trolley with a mountain of bags, and I will see you run towards me. We will be hugging each other for the first time in more than a year. I would feel your head on my shoulders, and your arms around my body. I would bury my face in your strawberry-scented hair once more. I’d feel your warmth engulfing me. I’d wipe your tears from your face, though I wouldn’t be able to control mine. We’d go somewhere private, an empty park maybe, and then I am going to kiss you. I’ll kiss you just like our first kiss in what seemed to be a thousand years ago. I will feel complete again. And we would not talk. We would just be in each other’s arms, because no words could ever come close to describing that perfect moment.

I want this to happen. I can barely sleep each night thinking about it. Every fibre of my being yearns for your presence. Every night, I wish this cold pillow was your warm embrace. Everyday, I wish I was with you, or you were with me. I wish I could teleport to your room, even only for a few minutes. I love you.

True Love

Fri, 18 Jun 2010 22:11:46 +1000

True Love

You are my silver lining.

Thu, 17 Jun 2010 20:44:00 +1000

You are my silver lining.

Long Distance Sucks

Thu, 17 Jun 2010 20:40:00 +1000

There’s nothing more that frustrates me than somebody else flirting excessively with you, thinking they could get away with it since I’m in another country. When you told me about this, the pit of my stomach seemed to tighten into a knot. I wanted to learn magic and Crucio his inconsiderate ass. I wanted to grab hold of him—tell him to back off. He didn’t have the right to flirt with you, not when you didn’t want it in the first place. How dare he, the little piece of vermin. Go find someone else—someone unattached—to put your spindly, promiscuous arms around.

Because I should be that person. I should be that person who puts his arm around your shoulder. I should be that person who holds your face with my hands and gazes at the mischievous twinkle of your eyes that I miss so much. In six months, when I go back, I should be that person. They stole that happiness from me.

You told me how helpless you were. You were too kind to hurt his feelings. I always loved that about you. You refuse to hurt others even though you have all the reasons to. But I was frustrated because I knew I couldn’t do anything to comfort you other than a long distance call. I hate everything about long distance. The sleepless nights, when I should be sleeping beside you; the long distance calls, when I should have spent that money on our dates; and the long wait, when we should have been together. I want to be there with you, when the greatest distance between us is 8 kilometers, instead of three thousand.

I want to reassure myself this is all going to be over. And everything will be okay in the end. And I know it will. But I don’t know when. I hope we can still hold on despite the distance. I hope the day comes when I would wake up beside you every morning. I hope someday, I could just hop in my car and drive to your house, just to hang out. I hope someday, we could get married, never to be separated again by the cruel hands of time and distance.

I hope.

Do you remember?

Tue, 15 Jun 2010 19:00:00 +1000

I know I could safely say the best times of my life have been with you. Every lunch date, every movie, every walk-in-the-park. Every kiss. Every hug. I miss the days when I could feel the warmth of your hand on mine. Did you remember when we were watching that movie two years ago? Whenever that hideous, creepy monster jumps at the screen from nowhere, I would snatch your hand, hold it tight like a vice grip, and kiss it. Partly to stop me from shouting, and partly because your hand was so warm and inviting. I was kissing your hand like we were a young married couple, but we’re not even boyfriend-girlfriend yet. We were not together together, but we were very much in love (HA. You know it! ;)).

We talked about it yesterday. And I smiled because you remembered it all, down to which Wendy’s burger I ordered and which Pizza Hut pizza you ordered. Just thinking of it makes me smile right now. And makes me realize how much I really miss you, love.

I REALLY MISS YOUUUUU. I can’t wait to come back and see the most beautiful person in the world (complete with the sexiest, killer-est smile! *swoon* ). I know I’ve been away too long, to far. Don’t you worry love, only a few long-distance calls left, and you’ll be hearing my voice again, live and exclusive, with matching kisses. I love you! :*

"Fireproof doesn’t mean the fire will never come, but that when it comes, you’ll be able..."

Mon, 14 Jun 2010 22:09:47 +1000

“Fireproof doesn’t mean the fire will never come, but that when it comes, you’ll be able to withstand it.”

- Fireproof (2008)

I really miss you.

Mon, 14 Jun 2010 22:05:00 +1000

It’s amazing how fragile the thread that connects us together. You were DC-ed because of a power failure, and just like that—no communication save for a phone with barely any battery power left. And it frustrates me when I can’t do anything about it—when you need me, and I can’t be there for you. I kept thinking that if I was there, I’d hop straight into the next bus to your house—even if its dark, raining, and traffic—just to make sure you’re all right.

But I can’t, because I’m not there. And I don’t know if you’re okay. :( I hate long distance.

But no matter how much I get frustrated, I know this is just a test of my patience—of our patience. That if our love is strong enough to withstand this test, we would withstand any test.

And until now, I’m just waiting for your name to pop online. Please, be okay. I hope the rain stops before it floods in. I hope the power comes back, too. Please be okay. I love you more than my life.

Someday, we’ll walk together to our forever.

Mon, 14 Jun 2010 12:11:00 +1000

Someday, we’ll walk together to our forever.

First Note

Mon, 14 Jun 2010 02:56:00 +1000

We just finished talking over the internet. Amid countless internet disconnections, we managed along quite well, wouldn’t you think so?

I love you so much. I love that we can talk for at least two-and-a-half hours everyday and not get bored of each other. I love that we can sing any song and be as silly as we want to (what is Ice, Ice Baby?). I love that your soft, smooth voice turns even a Justin Bieber song into something actually decent to listen to (I still have to make it my ring tone!). And I love how you make me feel ultra super mega special even if you’re 3000 miles away—just hearing your voice makes my day.

I love you.